كلمات I, Decline

I've seen the winds while turning to storms Beauty and tempest entwined In my hands I keep sand and dust Silently (they) witness the fall of empires Tell me, why do we long for the stars? Tell me if every dream of men is destined to an end Why do we long for the stars? Tell me if it is for they guide us in the night I've crossed lands where splendour used to dwell Found out decline came before Seen ruins instead of marble halls (And) golden thrones, the legacy of those days Wrought with dreams ceased to be Tell me, why do we long for the stars? Tell me if every dream of men is destined to an end Why do we long for the stars? Tell me if it is for they guide us in the night